Best Break Even Poems
Once there was man called Diamond, the sardar
a CEO,who takes business well above break-even at deep crisis
Not by selling immovable assets
Nor by selling intellectual property assets
Bloody a talent worth appreciation!
What's go great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is that of its jazz music and its voodoo culture. The city has been known as "The Big Easy" since the 1800s. It seems that all of the tourists from across the United States have considered New Orleans their favorite vacation spot. There's always a Mardi Gras every day, we've got people throwing beads at each other, jazz musicians playing their instruments (the saxophones, trumpets, etc.), and people dress in costumes every single day. But what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is that when spring breakers come to the city for spring break, even when they're still going to college. Everybody knows that the Big Easy is also known for its Cajun cooking, especially when the chefs are known for making a lot of jambalaya, gumbo, and a lot of Cajun foods. And what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is when MTV was there, especially when the MTV network executives had been recording episodes of "The Real World:" one back in 2000, the other was back in 2010. New Orleans, Louisiana, is the strongest city in America, even though it was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina back in August 2005. But the famous street best known by New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is the French Quarter and and one of New Orleans' favorite landmarks is the St. Louis Cathedral. And the New Orleans Arena and the Louisiana Superdome are home to the New Orleans Hornets (NBA-National Basketball Association) and the New Orleans Saints (NFL-National football League). Even the late Louis Armstrong was from the city. Well, I hope to go to New Orleans, Louisiana, one day. And if the City of New Orleans were to stay on the map for a long time, it's going to be like a Mardi Gras on a Saturday night and Fat Tuesday in the afternoon.
Gardens – After Dark
Buddha sits stoically observing his garden.
The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn
asleep on the soft petals of flowers. The impish
Pixies party with the flashy fireflies.
Nocturnal seekers. Mice, forever paranoid,
scurry to and fro in a break even carbohydrate burn.
The raccoons, mask-wearing felons, are more direct.
They have already “cased the joint” and are sure of their objective.
Le Skunk, “but of course”, Pepe LePew, he fears no one,
boldly waves his white stripe, slowly peruses the menu.
Monsieur Owl, something of a Maitre d’, oversees the
dining arrangements - while planning his own.
The first hint of sunshine will trigger “last call,
dew will form on the flower petals awakening the Fairies.
Fireflies will drop the pixies at their three story walk-ups.
Gnomes will snort, stretch, and scratch themselves.
A gentle breeze will cue the wind chime.
The Buddha yawns, the birds sing morning prayers.
6/20/2016
submitted to – Little People – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
R… apes my wallet frequently.
A… prolonged waste of time.
C… arelessly treds over my happiness.
E… conomic failure, no question.
H… opefully going to break even some day.
O… h my god, look at these vet bills!
R… est? What’s that?
S… hoot, beat by a nose again.
E…ating dirt isn’t only the jockey’s job, but mine as well!
The fight between good and evil,
Ongoing, constant.
Many write about black and white,
Yin, yang.
These are young,
Those who have lived know
The Grey.
A rope between these poles.
A rope, true identity.
Black, white,
Two halves, both in one.
Only recognition of the Grey make one.
This chosen species,
So smart, so beautiful - so young.
It forgets its youth,
The Grey Ones,
Defined by living, not dates.
The Grey, young, can judge, wrong.
The Grey, mistakes, covet guilt,
No matter the cowardice felt in shame.
Not all is lost though.
These must recognize the instincts,
They and all species have.
All kinds simply make the call
They can with what is given, seen, known.
The Grey differ,
Differ in mind.
Intelligence, knowledge, can lie.
The Grey’s minds can seperate from Nature - self.
Minds expect forgiveness from past,
Yet cannot forgive.
The hardest thing to do in this world,
To live.
So live, continue, struggle, fight.
But breathe.
Breathe, break, even shortly, from the mind
To live a better path.
Struggle is a part of the Grey,
Good white, Evil black.
Acceptance of the rope between.
Be not one of the selves,
Be all of the selves.
Admittance to wrong choices,
No matter the right of the past.
Forgiveness, let go,
Past is come and flown.
Apologize, forgive,
Laugh at this youthful species.
Love the Grey.
White, black,
The pull between - The Grey Ones.
her velvet mind
swallowed me whole
in one bite
noble i tried to encompass her fairest face
in words sweetly written
but knowledge awaits the little engine that could
chug chug chug up the hill pushing his boulder of wheat
till just as he reaches the top he tumbles back down again
so he must repeat till dooms day
so he must repeat till he learns the golden rule
there are no rules just fancy ways to cheat
just better circus clowns with speedy little lies
just bitter old men soaked in old wine
cursing with one fist feebly upraised at the ignorant sky
her velvet mind so smoothly takes away
more than was intended to give
but its an ignorant little engine that could
that tries to shortcut his break-even chances
that tries to cheat the cheaters
I wait to her your voice for two seconds
Weeks goby and I don't hear from you
I cant tell you why I worry so much
I just want to hold you and kiss you
The ultimate goal is for you to know to feel wanted by me
And you that you will only have that feeling with me truly
I love you more and more every day every second
My heart longs for you
I will show you im different
I am good
I will be there for the good the not so great and the awesome
Im your girl today tomorrow and always
Do you feel the same way?
Even if you don't I will still love you because your great
I want that connection that everyone wants I want that security
That bond that no one or nothing can break even if its tipped off the edge of a cliff slowly falling
It will still not break
I will never quit on you
Please give me hope because you give me everything that my heart feels at every second
I need you I need to hold you and cry out my fears
Is there something here for you?
I cant feel you so go ahead and tell me what you need?
I love you with everything I have to offer
Twists And Turns
Sometimes we
Get let down
With all the twist
And turns in life
To keep your head
Above water
You are ready and
Determine to fight
You find the cost
To feed your family
Is more than you can bear
And the worries shows on
Top of your head
With black and grey hair
You try to keep up with
The browns afraid of
Being left behind
You can’t afford that
Big white house
You don’t even
Have a dime
Your wife is on
Your back and
Your baby needs
A pair of shoes
You find yourself in
So much trouble and
Now you got the blues
Your job doesn't
Pay enough money
So now you are talking
About leaving
When you think you
Got it under control
This week you
Didn't break even
Now your kids are sick
From playing out in the cold
Little Johnny has a fever
With a red and runny nose
You feel bad inside because
Others have money to burn
Hospital garnish your check
Because you had no insurance
You bow your head
With a honest heart
Fighting tears as you pray
Sleepless nights, teary eyes
Believing there must be a way
Because life takes away
Whatever you earn
With all its twist and turns
Now you wonder
How some can make it
And other can hardly stand
Half supporting your family
Makes you feel less of a man
You can’t stand the pressure
So you want to go back home
There are times in the day when
You prefer to be left alone
So you figured out that life
Waits patiently for no one
A lesson that is well learned
And life doesn't play fair
With all its twists and turns
mild and fragile you were hidden,
unknown to the pain of rejection.
still new to the emotions of men,
untold feelings of reflection.
like unsung def tones never been heard;
with new deep meaning,
that could move and break even a tear.
an inspiration to the open eye,
soothing like a lullabye.
like a fairy tale never too old to tell;
too valuable to sell,
never to be priced,
free to be attached.
like a treasure that can't be bought,
it gives new sensation that can't be sold.
freely giving more choices to teh path you're taking in life,
so righteous in the sight of new light,
a dejavu managerie expression of the first time you ever fell.
trouble is I don't know when to stay down,
only love will tell...........!!!!
untold clear meaning of your emotions with no doubt.
Maybe, if everyone behaves themselves,
If the snowpack is deep and thick around elm and maple,
And the tourists didn't stay away for lack of snow.
If the temperatures stay cold at night, and warm in the day,
So the Sugarers stand a chance to break even.
And if the river is especially good,
And doesn't heave up pack ice,
Doesn't burst its banks,
And doesn't scour the topsoil from the lower fields.
Then we'll go out past where we found the Fiddleheads popping up.
We'll sidle past the poison ivy.
We'll poke tenderly underneath the blackberry bushes.
We'll feel the warmth on our backs and the old, dark coolness on our faces.
And we'll look, eyes squinting, for the honeycomb pattern.
Delicate like lace, golden and glowing.
They would tell us that the winter was hard, cruel and unfair.
But the spore survived.
The intricate network courses to life.
The promise was kept again.
INTO THE STORM (PART 2) (…continuation)
On this ocean we are just a wooden speck
We have no choice, for the wind has us by the tail
Like a dog seizes a rat and shakes it to break neck.
All sails are in but we are toyed with by the gale:
This struggle may break even, but if we should fail…….
Near-devoured in the maw of death around her deck
By torrents of shark-toothed scends angered,
We drop into our grave every time she is checked:
The chasms of darkness hold only blackness, watered
And seething under the black clouds of fierce hatred.
The decks are steep….stop me reaching the lifeline ahead to the bridge.
Miss the line....oh Jesus ….no, not now!……I‘m not ready to go!
Slo-mo sister is waiting…..mother…..dad….the unfinished garden hedge
Swept into waves……filled nose.…no air….down, blackness…the end….No!
No! A hand opens the sea and I grab it, spewing water, and bellow….
Mum is holding my hand and asking me what the bellowing is about.
My bed is warm, sheets are rumpled…..bad dream, fingers a-quiver.
She asks me about it….I can’t remember….I clutch her hand in doubt.
My windows clatter with the wind, she chatters, I believe her -
About the storm all night, when I was sick with a high fever.
Without you, I am not who I am
Am I selfish for wanting you to sing again?
I see the turmoil in your soul
We've fought back the monsters before
The last time, you carried me
On your shield
Until I could walk, until I was healed.
When you're struggling in a sea of darkness
And have lost sight of the shore
When you slip beneath the waves
I'll swim you to the surface
Allow me to return your light.
Even if you falter,
Even if you break, even if you hate
Me, I will not abandon you.
Look at me, don't let your eyes fall
We'll make it if we have to crawl.
Feeling dignity itself is impossible,
I feel nothing or nothing more at least,
There is no way to justify.
Myself,
Things I have done or tried to do,
Or failed at,
Miserably failed at,
There’s no way to bring truth to that kind of dark,
No way to break even or who knows?
A curse?
No.
This isn’t a curse,
It’s just a fault, an inability,
Or can I be that thing I need?
You need.
They want.
At least one of those at least?
Ill churn and make for the day,
Accomplish less than I set out to,
Far, far less,
Or just end back where I began or somewhere before.
Selling your soul is so easy ,
But buying it back is so hard
The lure of what may seem appeasing
Is seizing your goodness at heart. ..
In pacts that you make with a demon
That never is broken once made
And never a chance to break even
Until there's a plot with a spade...
Digging a place for a coffin
Thats roughly just 4 foot by 8
And a marker of stone that Is often
Of granite that shows our last date...
So you live in each moment believing
This life before death Is your own
Not realizing what you're conceding
Is grieving from what you condoned...
Be careful of what's so compelling
That you deal with the devil at hand
Because Satan's assassin is selling
The one thing that you cant command...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
When a heart brakes it doesn’t break even
Just like a parachute my words were force to moved
By the wind into a physical absent dimension
You said I wouldn’t break
But here am picking up pieces, off the ground
Just like an iced tipped diamond my heart was fragile
You flashed the love I had for the person I ones knew as my universe
So here is an early valentine gift
A black rose and a dead foetus
Dry cursed and sucked out peaches
Through my warm comfort I covered your body with my jacket
You rather brought back a thousand devil send lightning’s
To strike from the apex right up to my arteries
My heart separated unequal
My love fall down
As hatred engulfed the surface of my bandaged broken heart
I was left with a pre-meditated conclusion